I've Been Tagged. Not Like a Cow.

I've been challenged. I can't turn down a challenge.

Apparently this is about books...

1. Changed your life: hmmmmmmm lots. But, the ones that have most are probably unexpected. Such as Jesus Freaks by dc Talk, Blue Like Jazz by Donald Miller, and The Chronicles of Narnia by CS Lewis.

2. Read more than once: Yikes. I've read most of the books I've read more than once. The ones I've probably read the most are The Chronicles of Narnia, The Harry Potter Books by JK Rowling, (yes, I'm serious) the Hardy Boys books by Franklin W Dixon, or The Catcher in the Rye by JD Salinger.
3. Want on a desert island: The Harry Potter Books. Totally,

4. Made you laugh: The Captain Underpants books. Hilareous.

5. If you've seen the movies or plays, the book is hilarious: I don't get it.

6. Made you cry: I can't admit to this. It would be unmanly.

7. Wish had been written: hmmmm more Narnia books or (in the future) like 15 more Harry Potter books. At least.

8. Wish had never been written: Ugh Virgina Woolf books. Bleh. Especially To the Lighthouse.

9. Currently reading: Finding the Will of God: A Pagan Notion? by Bruce Waltke and, as always, Harry Potter books.

10. Fact or fiction: Fiction. Totally.

11. Awesome book that is empowering me: uhhh The Bible? Weird question.

12. Meaning to read: When I want to read, I read, darnit!

Did IStep On Your Trumpet?

So last year I was browsing trailers for indie movies and documentaries on Apple's movie trailer website (cause you can watch them in high definition instead of crummy streaming windows media junk), when I came across the trailer for a documenatary entitled Danielson: A Family Movie. I was confused at first, then I was intrigued. The movie is about a band led by "Brother Daniel." His band has had many names: Danielson Family Band, Danielson, Brother Danielson, Daneilson Famile, Danielson + Soul Junk, and has had a total of THIRTEEN records since 1999.

The thing that draws me to this band isn't so much the music: it's weird. Or the lyrics: they're weird. Or the performing: it's weird. Or their message: it's weird. Ok, so all of those things draw me to the music, but it's the combination of these things that are interesting, not so much any of them individually. That probably didn't make sense. Let me explain.

Brother Danielson is an outspoken Christian. His band is made up of family members (brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, cousins, nephew, etc) who support him in all of his crazy endevors. He preaches a message of grace, healing, freedom and growth from stage, and emphasizes that message with costumes and dances. Yes, costumes and dances. Danielson usually wears a tree outfit, but sometimes wears other unusual and, frankly, surprising costumes. His sisters always dress in old-fashioned nurse outfits.


Their music is an insane mix of folk, rock, hip-hop and all sorts of other styles. They plan instruments like flute, triangle and violin. I could go on and on. Instead, watch this krazy awesome music video.


If you're, errrr, captivated, like I was... watch these videos. What do you think?

Angkor Wat, One of the Forgotten Wonders of the World

I miss Cambo

A Man of War

Wild at Heart

I've been meaning to write about this for a while. Over two months, in fact. Actually, I can't even believe it's been that long, but I just checked the windows calendar (you know, like double-click on the clock on the bottom right) and it's been over two months.

After considering all the facts, I think that this story would be best told in the third person.

Ryan had Advertising Media over in Gaylord Hall, on the southeast corner of the South Oval. Beautiful building, by the way. And you gotta love all the Macs everywhere in there. He hadn't bought his July campus parking permit yet, so he parked all the way over on Stinson, right by the Catholic church. The quickest way to Gaylord from there is to cut across the parking lot he would have liked to park in anyway, the one that the Huff lies right in the middle of.

Ryan was walking across the aforementioned parking lot, which is very open and empty. Really the only break in the monotony of asphalt with white lines are the small islands with tiny, thin, leafless trees planted on them. As Ryan passed under one of these spindly little trees, he feels something smack his head very hard. Whatever it was also managed to pull some of his hair out. OUCH.

Ryan looked up in surprise, and stopped in his tracks. He was paralyzed by fear and shock. A bird was circling his head for another attack. The bird dive-bombed and pecked him in the head again. OUCH x2.

Ryan recovered from his shock and began to run (still in fear). The bird took chase. He kept circling above and attacking. OUCH x3 and OUCH x4.

Suddenly the soldier in Ryan came out. He took off his ridonkculously heavy backpack, still running, and began to swing it at the bird, going for a kill. The bird was too quick, however, and continued to attack.

After a fierce battle, with a few feathers flying through the air and more than a little hair pulled out and bumps on the head, Ryan escaped. When he had run all the way to Asp (by the honors dorm) the bird gave up. He knew he had lost. Ryan swaggered the rest of the way to Gaylord, sweaty and hot, but victorious nonetheless.

On a side note, Ryan told three particular individuals this story, none of whom believed a word of it. As said individuals and Ryan drove by the spot later that day, they witnessed a young child being attacked by a bird in the very same spot, while his sister looked on and laughed. I however, was not laughing.

Regulus

I think maybe R.A.B may be Regulus Black. I am absolutely convinced that the B stands for Black. I just read the books again. It's all starting to make sense. I think I've about got how Harry will kill Voldemort figured out.

It's Like That Movie, The Might Ducks

I am the champion.

In related news, don't mess with my computer -- you'll regret it in a big way. And by big I mean public. And by public I mean accessable to billions. Yes, billions. Consider yourselves warned.

Did you guys see that alien-head-in-the-duck's-belly x-ray? Kraziness.

Dangit Somalia.

The Shortest Road

I really do miss Chicago. In some ways I'm glad I'm not up there this summer, but I sure do miss that place. And Judson. And Jimmy John's. And the drive out to St. Charles. I could go on and on.

On that note, I photoshoped up a map from Judson to St. Charles for Preston and anyone else working out there. Here you go.

CLICK ON THE MAP FOR A BIGGER, ACTUALY READABLE VERSION